Airplane Crash

It was only in the air for half an hour
Two men, a woman, screams without power,
a terrible sound, an engine’s sputter,
and down, down, down
gently as a maple seed swirls,
descending the heavenly boundaries,
rejoining our world
in fire, in screams,
in far-flung steel,
the rainbow of sirens,
the ambulance squeal,
and a boy, a brother,
snuck away from his mother,
and found in the wreckage beneath a tall tree
a boot, a foot,
a grim memory.

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